I've Arrived

Hello All! I am practically a grown-up now. So thought I should drop in to blog-world and let you all meet the adult me. Ahh! Life is good. It's wonderful to do exactly as one wishes and even boss around sometimes. Of course, my family doesn't yet quite comprehend that I am all grown-up. They still insist on treating me like a child. The other day, I was busy trying out the crayons on the passage wall - along came mom and scolded me for spoiling the wall. As if I am a child and don't know what I am doing. I was most surprised at her for not understanding my art work. And anyway, what is the use of all the walls everywhere- just big yellowy drabness all around - I do believe that the murals I make liven things up no end.

And then there are my physics experiments - here I am trying to understand things like gravity and kinetic energy and potential energy - all they see is that I drop my toys from heights and fling them about. Mom usually threatens to put away all my toys. But I manage to get myself out of the situation by making a mutinous face and telling her I am "katti" with her and I won't talk with her. Even Pa doesn't seem to understand my experiments - thinks they are dangerous. But then which scientist has ever played safe? Mom tried to explain buoyancy to me and showed me how some of my toys float in my bathtub and some sink. I knew that of course. Just glad to know that she knows some things at least!! You see, I was begining to wonder if she went to school or not. It happened like this - now I love reciting the poems from class - Ek hota Bokoba, Jhadit lapla vaghoba, Jhuku Jhuku Agin Gadi, Twinkle Twinkle, I am a Teapot, I hear Thunder, Jack and Jill, Chubby Cheeks and so on. I always get applause from my appreciative audience. Well, one day I told mom to go stand in the middle of the hall and sing - I and Ajoba will clap for you, I told her. Turns out, she doesn't know a single poem, poor thing. Asked me to teach her something. I told her I will drop her to my school next day morning. My teachers are clever and nice. They will teach her poems and even a bit of drawing and craft. Hopefully she will be able to sing Jana Gana Mana with me when she finishes school. I love shouting out :Bharat Mata Ki Jai at the end.

Strangely, my mother does know how to read. Wonder where she picked that up. Love all the Bubbles, Bruno, Clover the Calf and other stories that she reads out to me.

Of course cricket is my new passion. Pa and Ajoba also seem keen on it. The world cup is going on right now, so luckily for me, they turn on the TV without my always having to ask them to. I have yet to grasp the finer points of the game but it all looks good to me. I have, in fact, informed my family that I will play the game when I grow-up - grownup by their standards that is. I think they think I am a child because I am not as tall yet. Of course, I sometimes get around the problem by climbing up on furniture. I always point out that I then become taller than all of them! So it really is no big deal. All I really need now is a driver's license. Then I won't have to ask pops to take me out to a restaurant for dosa. I would be able to do it on my own!

Story of a little boy

This is the story of a little boy
With a twinkle in his eye,
A mischievous glint and a cheeky smile,
That has his mum on her toes all the while.

This is the story of a little boy
Who measures nearly 3 feet high
With brown hair, brown eyes and naughty good looks
He manages to sneak into everyone's good books.

This is the story of a little boy
Who's discovered the world is an exciting toy
He pulls and pushes and prods and punches
and giggles with joy as he babbles and bounces.

This is the story of a little boy
Who's found all foods to be a joy
Who said kids don't love milk
"Bring it on" he says,
ignoring the moans of his ilk.

A Big Boy Now

I am back on my blog. It's been a while I know. But I have been busy you know. It takes a lot of perseverance and commitment to get to where I am. I mean, I had to learn how to sit, crawl, walk.. Can you beat that? It all seems so easy now.. as if I have been doing it all my life! Let's see.. I am 14 months old now.. so more than half of my life I have able to sit on my own now... I have been to crawl for about half my life.. and I walked first when I was 10 months. So as you can now imagine, have become a pro at all that.

Of course, it's been a real busy time for me ever since I learnt how to climb beds and tables and chairs. There is so much stuff to examine and bang about and throw. My eyelids grow heavy and my legs ache but I'm so excited by my day's work that I hate going to bed. I make a big fuss but Mum usually has her way. Just wait till I'm older. I'll show her who's boss!

Granpa or Ajoba as I call him, can usually be relied upon to do my bidding. He takes me out in the evenings.. and lets me run about on the grass...he even lets me play in the mud. And he takes me out on the road .... I can't help but squeal and shout when I see the big red bus.

He also showed me a huge aeroplane with all its lights blinking at the Pune Airport. We were all travelling to Nagpur for Jaideep Mama's wedding.. and it was my very first flight. He held me in his lap when we took off and showed me the sight outside the window. It was fun!

Pa is another one who can be safely relied upon. I just have to wail really loudly and he lifts me right up and asks me what I want! He plays a lot with me. And makes funny faces.

I love playing with all my toys like the pull-along doggie and the TV with the wind-up key. Amita Maushi gave me the TV. When I was smaller, ma or pa used to wind up the key to play the music and move the pictures. Now I can do it on my own. But the toys I love most of all are in the Shoe Cupboard. Ah... if only they would let me play with all the boots and chappals stored there! And also the toys they call spoons and plates...

I am now learning how to talk. I can say "Humma" and "Hatth".. and most of the alphabets. Have been able to understand all the things that these adults say since some time. It makes life infinitely more convenient... for them. For they have now started ordering me around.. like an old maid - "Put the keys back from where you took them"! "Throw the paper in the bin!"... Sometimes I royally ignore them. Occasionally they tell me useful stuff. Like, "Put on your boots, we are going out!".

Introduction

I lead a charmed existence. I was born into a fairly well-to-do family late last October. My family consists of my mom, dad, granpa, the other granpa and granny and various others who dote on me. These days, I have taken to walking. I love it. So much more sophisticated than crawling on all fours.... though I still have to drop down on all fours if I have to get to somewhere real quick. Like catching granpa when he is leaving the house.

Like I said, my family being well-off, they have a lot of the good stuff , sugar they call it. There is a whole jar full of it. I have now and then managed to lay my hands on it when no one was looking. Unfortunately, there is no point if no one is looking - I still haven't managed to figure out how to open it. Luckily granpa is a good guy. Always obliging. Mum and Pa are not bad either. Ma kisses me a lot though. Will have to tell her to hold it soon. Soon as I can talk that is. She can cook really well. Love her kheer. And rice and dal. And poli and bhaji. And apples and pears and bananas and papayas and custard-apple. And the brown coloured medicine she gives me everyday.

Pa is a decent fellow. Ever ready for a good game of ball and bat. Rather hockey stick. I love that stick. Real good to whack the ball with. And to pull the ball out with if it rolls under the sofa. Mom showed me how to do that. She also let me have food with my own hands from my own plate today. I enjoyed that though I couldn't quite pop the little bits straight into the mouth.

Coming back to Pa, he is very respectful towards me. Never takes me anywhere forcibly. Always asks me where I wish to go - bedroom 1 or bedroom 2. I point. Kitchen or drawing room. I point. Its been some days since I have been doing that - pointing fingers. Whoever said it's a bad thing should ask me. Such a relief to point to the water bottle when I am thirsty. Or milk when I am hungry.

My house is also full of these fascinating things they calls switches and plugs. My family is real rich. Every room has several. They must be really valuable. Ma and Pa both stop me from even touching them!

Well bye for now. Its time for a snack. Have to build all the strength, they don't call me popeye for nothing at the day care. Have managed to pull open most of the drawers and cupboards. But have to hit the gym to manage the wardrobes.

Cheers
Tej